Let me tell you, it's not a lot.
I went back to my expensive paperweight of a car one last time to say goodbye.
Let me tell you, it's not a lot.
I went back to my expensive paperweight of a car one last time to say goodbye.
M got two different America's Test Kitchen cookbooks for Christmas.
Which is fun! And also helpful. She is FOR SURE our picky eater and also stubborn as all get out.
For example, she will not eat grilled cheese but loves a cheese quesadilla. (I know. I KNOW. It is maddening.)
But people are always saying that kids will eat the food they cook so we had her choose one main dish and one dessert to make on Saturday.
The dessert was a Raspberry Clafouti. Here it is about to go into the oven!
Lent is going to Lent.
Let me just tell you, I have never liked Lent. The liturgical season doesn't make any sense to me at all. It's very Protestant of me isn't it? Nevertheless, I have always said, "Lent will find you." I just anticipate that Lent is going to Lent.
Giving up all the candy in the world is nothing compared to the real-life Lent things. And boy howdy did Lent find us.
So here we were. The first two Lenten days were fine. No problem. Even some good things. Then that first Friday hit.
M had a well check. Turns out her heart rate was a little high. And she was overdue for her follow-up Echo so we got that scheduled. I was not even a little bit worried.
The next morning was M's piano festival. C was staying home. Husband was driving my car. We got to the village (less than a mile from our house) and stopped at a 4-way stop. As we began to accelerate we heard a weird squealing noise. I even rolled my window down to determine if it was my car but there was no further noise. Then the car stopped accelerating. We pulled into the Spoon Museum parking lot. Ironically, it was exactly a year TO THE DAY that I was there last year. (Blog post was written a few days after the fact.)
We turned the car off. And then tried to turn the car on. It wouldn't start. M lost her mind. She was going to be late. I just started calling people we knew who were going to be at the festival too. First phone call, they didn't play til 11. Second phone call straight to voicemail. And then I remembered, when I went to pick M up from school early I chatted with the school secretary, also C's bestie's mom, and her son Jack played about the same time as M.
So I called them. They were on their way but behind us and would drive right by so I asked if M could hop in with them and at least be there. By the grace of God Jack and M were scheduled to be in the SAME ROOM. So they had M. Husband walked home to get his car and I waited for a tow.
Husband didn't make it to the festival in time to hear M play but he was able to get her home. I got my car towed and did not fall out of the tow truck and holy heck those things are TALL.
Then we got home and C's new shoes were delivered WITHOUT SHOES IN THE BOX.
Yesterday, Sunrise on the Reaping was released.
I had pre-ordered it in June and was anxiously awaiting 11:00 CST when I knew it would hit my Kindle. It actually took until 11:02 and when I tell you I went through all the emotions thinking I would have to wait until Midnight... it's not a lie.
Anyway, I snuggled in and got straight to reading.
Back in the old prekids day, I used to stay awake for book releases. When the last Harry Potter came out I not only waited in line the night before for a wristband to buy the book as soon as possible but I had my brother go get the car at 11:55. We might have been the 4th book sold at the Barnes and Noble that night but I was the first person out of the parking lot! I went straight home and read the whole thing finishing about 6:00 or 7:00 am.
And that was in 2007 and I am much older and require much more sleep these days. So I started reading at 11:00ish pm and started dozing off about 2. Then I had a resurgence of energy for about a half hour at 3:00 and passed out from 3:30-8:00. Then I finished reading from 8:00-11:00 am.
Not too shabby but also not too impressive either.
Anyway... my mind was blown many many times in the first 3 chapters and I continued to be surprised at the connections being made.
There was a point where I was confused as to why we were seeing so many characters we already knew and it almost felt lazy, but the more I think about it, that is exactly what we should expect from Panem and Haymich. Just as Katniss wins and realizes that she will be playing the game for the rest of her life, so too does Haymich have to come to that conclusion and it would make sense that we'd meet other victors living that same life.
It is a hard book to read in that you know what to expect and you already know Haymich wins his games: so all the other tributes have a death sentence and emotionally that's complicated. But getting to know why Haymich is the way he is and seeing how much he lost gives so much insight.
If you like the Hunger Games: you'll probably like this book.
And I don't think it's a spoiler to say brush up on your Edgar Allan Poe because there's a lot of it.
If you haven't read Ballad of Songbird and Snakes... I wouldn't start here. They're definitely meant to be read in the order they were written. Hunger Games, Catching Fire, Mocking Jay, Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Sunrise on the Reaping.
What's next? Hopefully a Finnick book. Or a Beetee book. Though I would LOVE an Effie book myself.
If you yourself have already read the book... let's chat!!
We had a most uneventful day yesterday but we did watch the Quiet Man during our not fancy or green lunch.
Honestly, other than a trap, a few shenanigans (the playroom was tped and some pictures got some beards and horns via dry erase markers) and a Lucky Charms breakfast that's all we did to mark the day yesterday but still... finding the little moments.
Remember when I didn't have any updates on anything interesting? I'll go back to that thanks. This past week has been... horrible. As there are no resolutions I will write about it all when there is. Today, on St. Patrick's Day let's focus on the actual good.
M played in her first piano festival and earned a superior rating.
This was the warm-up room, no pictures or recordings were allowed in the actual room.
And this week was C's musical Alice in Wonderland Jr. My little Tweedledee was delightfully cute.
And because it makes me happy, here is C's scene so you can see his knack for the stage. (It's less than 3 minutes long. He's the short Tweedle.)
So these are the things that bring me joy. And golly, I am glad for the joy. Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!!
You guys. I apparently take no pictures anymore.
So let's recap the last week with nearly nothing to show for it. Only this time it's March.
Saturday M had an explorers class in the morning. Then a playdate. I invited myself along to the playdate to tie dye with my very own bestie. It was fun. Then went to Mass and out to dinner because why not?
Sunday we did NOTHING. And the angels rejoiced! I love a good day of nothing. I did take one picture:
Miss M had gone to bed with wet hair and had a funny bed head curl to show for it.
Monday happened. It wasn't bad. Just a day. I had a few meetings, all went well.
Tuesday day happened. Again. Lots of meetings. M's piano lesson got cancelled. But that evening I went to another free library class but this time I took a friend!
After the class I took her out for a dinner because she turns 40 TODAY!
Wednesday was Ash Wednesday. I went to the 8:30 Mass and somehow had to be an ASHER! Which was way way harder than I thought it would be.
Then I went over to the school for a few things and all the kids were like, "How did you get ashes already?!"
I did go to the very beginning of the very crowded school Mass because C's class was leading.